"It's okay Alph. Me 'n Paps aren't in any pain, and I can still think and talk fine. I'm not so sure about Paps, but he was the one injected with DT, so that is to be expected. He can't talk though, his mouth is... kinda melted, tibia honest."

Papyrus squirmed and somehow managed to groan, even as an amalgamate he still knew when his brother made a pun, and he hated it. Alphys laughed, entertained by Papyrus still recognizing and hating Sans' puns.

"Well, at least we know he's okay," said Alphys. "If he still recognizes and hates your puns, he's got at least a chance of being able to recover his mental facilities."

"Yup, I'm very humerus and he hates it," said Sans, causing Papyrus to groan even more and paw at his head with gooey hands. "Papyrus, no! Stop, you're getting me all slimy bro!"